Betsy Jane was my grandmother, she would spend time with me as a child teaching me many things. We would paint, sew, crochet, or weave baskets. From an early age I was working with my hands and with hard work and dedication (her words) anything is possible. 

My sister and I would spend summers with our grandparents. We would help them in their small business they operated during the week. We got paid a few bucks to help place cinderblocks in their correct locations. My grandmother working right along side of us, she would jump right in and get her hands dirty. On the weekends we would help pick blackberries for jelly or peaches for pie, snap green beans to can and corn to freeze. I cannot remember a time I ever saw her standing still. She had a craft room right off from the dining room. She would sit me and my sister down in her craft room and give us these wooden blanks of all shapes and sizes. My sister and I would paint these objects. She had what seemed like a million paint colors to choose from. Her crafts of choice were caning chairs, weaving baskets, mending clothes, cross-stick and crochet. She would show us her process and even let us help if we were interested. She taught my sister to sew. Showed me how to use black walnuts as dye for the baskets. My memories with her have always been remembered working with our hands, learning a new craft, and using what we have around us to create something magical.

When I decided to make my hobby an actual business I struggled with the name. Actually I struggled with everything because it can be hard to believe in one’s self when taking a risk a big as chasing your dream. One thing I would always hear in my head “you can do anything you put your mind to” and “you are destined for more”, it was my grandmother, Betsy, cheering me on. My grandmother was my champion, my voice of reason, my hero, she had always encouraged me to do what I thought I could not do. We lost her in September of 2019 but I feel her presence everyday, all because of my business name.